Chapter 7
Pennsylvania
It was morning, another day, I believed, the next thing I knew. The sun played shadowy “catch me” through branches not yet with leaves and cast black shapes and bars upon my cream-colored clothing. I knew I was not in my bed. I lifted my head off the damp ground and inhaled the scent that I somehow remembered, implausibly, but absolute, as the aroma of leaves and woodsy debris after winter. I was back to the place I had not visited in years, and the clamminess below me was the forest floor, which also served as that for the gazebo. I had fallen asleep beside Ewan there, intertwined, safe, in love, and promised forever. At least that was what my damaged mind attempted to make me believe.
You did come to the brick wall, yes? I spoke with Ewan in my mind as if still
